Wednesday, July 24, 2024
2022-
July 7th quit my no-future job on base.
Go home, see Marissa Nadler tour dates, tickets on sale.
Purchase a ticket for which date? There are closer ones, but my hand won't move the mouse. I get a moment of insight, and with a soft smile, shyly, I buy September 4th: Nashville.
I think, 'if nothing else, it will be an adventure; nothing ventured, nothing gained.' I go to sleep.
2023-
July 7th my second day of training.
I step barefoot onto a bee and get stung. I am told to go to work anyway.
I complete my paperwork, assignments, and general tour of my rounds. I'm beginning to feel weak and disoriented, but begin my first solo tour.
I fall in a room where the light does not turn on for seconds after the door is open. This room also has a hazard with yellow-black safety tape which I do not see until I have fallen, broken my nose, and can feel gravelly bits on my kneecap, under my skin.
I wander about, dazed -- concussed -- and am found by a secretary.
I'm brought to the front desk and repeatedly told to report the incident, but I don't, because -- I'm concussed and can't think of anything but my duty. And Marissa.
2024-
July 7th.
My Blog, this blog: Blue room. History of the Sling. Rule of Three. [ Patreon Content ]. 🔥🔥
2025-
July
:: I hope for better things, for both of us.
Love,